Redemption of a Born Demon

This was just a friendly spar. Taking it this far had already drained their Primordial Qi. To continue fighting with such abandon would not be a wise choice.

"Mr. Yi, your strength is truly exceptional. How about you let an old man like me have a try?"

Just then, Durand spoke, breaking the silence. He took a step forward, and in a flash, the cane-wielding Durand had somehow bypassed Ditru and was standing before Yi Beidou.

Even Zhou Qingchen and the others had completely failed to perceive the old gentleman’s movements.

’This feeling again.’

Yi Beidou’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t been able to see how the old man moved, either. This was beyond what could be explained by mere physical speed.

Seeing Durand step in, Ditru did not continue the fight. He slowly retreated and re-wrapped the gauze around his head.

He stared at Yi Beidou, a complicated look in his eyes.

In the past, he hadn’t thought much of this so-called "strongest young man in the secular world," but now he had experienced his power firsthand.

Perhaps Long Yichen was right. A new era was dawning, and maybe it truly was time to change the principles they had so staunchly defended.

"Mr. Yi, I’m not skilled in close-quarters combat. If you can get close enough to touch me, we’ll consider the spar concluded. How does that sound?"

Durand said with a smile.

"Interesting."

Yi Beidou’s eyes narrowed as he stepped forward.

Suddenly, he paused, startled. He realized his foot hadn’t moved at all, as if his previous action had been a complete illusion.

"Mr. Yi, you haven’t answered my question yet. Perhaps you didn’t hear me clearly. In that case, let’s just do it over."

Durand said with a smile.

The next moment, Yi Beidou noticed that the expressions and postures of everyone around him seemed to have subtly changed without him realizing it.

It was like a videotape rewinding, returning to a familiar moment from just before.

"Mr. Yi, I’m not skilled in close-quarters combat. If you can get close enough to touch me, we’ll consider the spar concluded. How does that sound?"

Just then, Durand spoke again, repeating the exact same words with a smile. Even his micro-expressions were identical.

And the others around them showed no sign that anything was amiss.

’Could this person’s ability really be to reverse time? Can he make his surroundings Retrospect to the past?’

Yi Beidou didn’t answer Durand, nor did he continue to step forward. Instead, he abruptly extended a finger and drew it across his arm.

The next moment, his mind grew hazy, and his body was back in its original position. It was almost exactly like a true reversal of time, a Retrospect.

But at this moment, Yi Beidou’s expression grew even calmer.

"It seems this isn’t a true Retrospect of time. Otherwise, you shouldn’t have stopped me. You should have waited until I cut my arm and then used the Retrospect to make my wound recover completely. Only that way could you bring me the greatest pressure and despair."

"Is it an Illusion Technique? No, that doesn’t seem right. If it were a mental influence, I wouldn’t be so completely unaware. Aside from a true Earth Immortal, I can’t think of anyone in this world capable of deceiving my will so silently and completely. It can’t affect physical matter, and it’s not a mental influence. It seems this is an extremely sophisticated method of influencing the Life Magnetic Field within a living organism."

As Yi Beidou calmly spoke, slowly laying out his analysis, the smile on Durand’s face froze slightly.